Juliet's scream pierced the air, following the gunshot. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as blood streamed down the side of Sarah's face. Juliet growled at Mark. "You didn't have to kill her!"
"Ah but I did. Our time together was so magical. I didn't need her anymore. I only need you. Fair, Juliet."
Juliet cringed away from his touch. "You disgust me."
Mark's smiled turned into a sneer. "That's not very nice, Juliet." His fingers wrapped around her hair and yanked her back. "You will let me touch you. You will let me fuck your brains out whenever I see fit, or you'll wind up like her." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, pointing at Sarah's lifeless body.
"I hate you. Go rot in a hole."
"Tsk tsk, Juliet. I am very disappointed." Mark walked up to his disgusting wheel of torture and spun it. "Oh, Juliet. This is going to hurt." Mark appeared back in front of her with a hammer in his hand. "I'm gonna have to break something."
Juliet glanced at him with wide eyes. "Are you serious."
"Unfortunately. The wheel has spoken." Mark grabbed her leg and pulled it up. "This is gonna hurt." He pulled back his hand with the hammer in it and slammed it against her ankle. The blood curdling scream that escaped Juliet's mouth was enough to cause Mark to fall backward. Tears fell down Juliet's cheek as her ankle throbbed in time with her head. She closed her eyes against the pain, as Mark chuckled. "I'll be back later, darling."
Shawn skidded his bike to a stop in front of his father's house. Yanking his helmet off, he sat it down on his seat before walking with renewed purpose toward the house. Without a thought to knock, Shawn yanked the door open and marched inside.
"Hello, Shawn." Henry spoke from the kitchen table.
"You drugged me!" It wasn't a question, it was an accusation.
"Were you planning on sleeping?" Henry asked, as he looked up from his paper.
"No."
"Then I did what needed to be done-"
Shawn growled at his father. "Do you hear yourself? You drugged your own son!"
Henry carefully folded his paper, before standing up. "I did what I needed to do to make sure that you were taken care of. If I hadn't you would have ended up trying to leave the house-"
"Exactly! I would have tried to find my wife. Why can't you understand that?"
Henry slammed his hand against the table. "Because you have a son that needs you to take care of him. The police are looking for Juliet, Shawn. Just take care of Tyler. That's you're job!"
Shawn sneered at his father. "How in the hell would you know? You spent more time at work then at home, and when you did spend time with me, we had to play that stupid hat game!"
Henry rolled his eyes. "Always dramatic, right? That's the only way you know how to fight back."
Shawn shook his head. "It's the truth!"
Henry sighed. "Instead of yelling at me. Why don't you go look for your wife. Since that's what you'd rather do."
Shawn sighed, throwing his hands up in exaggeration. "I just have one more question. What did you use? I don't have medicines in the house, because I don't take them. I don't like how they mess with my brain."
Henry smiled. "NyQuil works every time."
Shawn rolled his eyes. "Cheater." Shawn whispered before walking back out of his father's house, slamming the door behind him. He paused long enough to smirk at his father who was standing on the other side of the screen door. "By the way, I expect Gus will be dropping off Tyler soon. He's got a route today." With that, Shawn walked back to his bike and yanked on his helmet before taking off.
Lassiter rubbed at his temples, before blinking his eyes a few times. The migraine that was clouding his vision really needed to take up precedence somewhere else, at some other time. His partner needed him and he needed a clear mind to help her. Groaning through the throbbing pain behind his eyes, Lassiter glared at the computer screen. Suddenly the light bulb in his head lit up. How had he missed it?
His hand was already reaching for the phone before he could even stop himself. Without even looking at the numbers, he dialed a familiar number and held the phone to his ear. "Spencer. I think I've got something, get your ass to the station now." A tentative smile crossed his lips at what Spencer said, before disconnecting the call. "McNabb!" Lassiter yelled out.
"Yes, detective?" The tall man seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Lassiter had to stop himself from jumping out of his seat. "Look, we might have a location on Juliet. I'm going to let the chief know, when Spencer gets here, make sure he goes into the chief's office."
McNabb nodded his head. "Yes, Detective Lassiter."
Lassiter stood up and walked firmly toward Chief Vick's office. Knocking firmly, three hard raps, he waited with baited breath until he was allowed entrance.
"Yes, detective?" Chief Vick peered up at Lassiter.
"I may have found Juliet's location, chief." The chief cocked an eyebrow, but before she could speak, Lassiter's mouth opened again. "I'm not even sure how I missed it, but it appears that Hampton's uncle, Jerry Matthews, owns a couple of warehouses for his numerous businesses. Hampton used to work exclusively for his uncle, before-" Lassiter let his sentence fall off.
"He fooled us into hiring him? Yeah. Got that-"
Lassiter held up a hand. "There's more."
Chief Vick sighed loudly. "How did I know you were going to say that." She motioned for him to continue.
"It appears that Mark, is not Hampton's first name. Which is what took me a while to find information on him. Mark is his third middle name-" Chief Vick glared at Lassiter. "Anyways, his first name is Gabriel Hampton. Apparently named after his father, who died when Hampton was only five. After that, he was severely abused by his mother, to the point where he started to develop psychotic behavior, to the point where he had to be institutionalized-"
Chief Vick groaned, and rubbed at her temples. "Let me guess—Mr. Hampton wasn't released in the typical fashion."
Lassiter simply shook his head, before the door to the chief's office burst open. "Why are you standing there? Let's go save my wife!" Lassiter turned around, and faced a grinning Shawn Spencer, who held his motorcycle helmet in his hand.
"Oh no, Spencer. You're staying here."
Shawn laughed mirthlessly. "I think not. Now let's go, before Crazy McKidnappingpants hurts my wife."
Lassiter shook his head, and rubbed at his temples. This nightmare was never coming to an end.
Juliet whimpered as her eyes slipped open. Tears formed in her eyes as she released that no one had come to save her yet. Her body shook, which caused pain in both her ribs and ankle to flair to an unbearable level. Biting her lip, Juliet keep her scream inside. It was taking Shawn and Carlton too long to find her, if she was stuck here much longer then she'd be hoping that his next torture device would kill her. No, it was up to her to get out of this alive and in as much of one piece as she could.
Eying the room, Juliet's lips curled upward into a near smile. She was certain it was time for Mark to come back down here. Her plan was half-assed to say the best. It was definitely something Shawn would come up with, and with her ankle throbbing the way it was, she wasn't even sure she'd make it far enough away to get help, but she had to try.
Steeling herself, Juliet lifting her throbbing leg that was attached to her throbbing ankle and slammed it on the floor. Making sure it was hard enough to make her scream out in pain, but not enough to hurt her further. She screamed loudly, letting obscenities fall from her lips with ease. Almost frantic footsteps could be heard above her. Quickly covering up the smile on her lips, Juliet just hung there, letting her body shake as waves of pain shot up and down her leg.
"I fucking hate your disgusting guts." Juliet spat, as she sent him a sideways glance.
Mark smiled softly. "Aw, but baby, it is time for us to make some magic together." His hands touched the front of his jeans as they started to bulge out slightly.
Juliet felt her stomach roll, and forced herself to look away before she threw up. She felt the heat radiating off of his body as he stepped in front of her, and unhooked her arms from their cuffs. Steeling herself, Juliet let her body flop into his arms so that he would think she wasn't a threat. It worked, as he simply threw her onto the bed. Quickly stripping off his clothes, Mark knelt down beside Juliet, and lifted her up so that she was pressed against his chest. He started dismantling her clothes, as her smile returned. Reaching slightly to her left, Juliet grabbed the hammer that Mark had smashed her ankle with. He shoved her back down to the bed, as he sat up. Taking the moment when she had it, Juliet swung the hammer forward and laughed out when it made sickening contact with Mark's face.
Juliet knew that she couldn't expect to get away if he was only unconscious, so she swung the hammer down twice more, this time smashing both of his legs. The sound of his femur breaking made her sick, but Juliet knew it had to be done. Lowering the hammer to the ground, Juliet swung her legs over the side of the bed and carefully lowered herself down onto her feet. Shoving her fist into her mouth, Juliet kept the tears from spilling out. Limping forward, Juliet slowly made her way over to the stairs, before eying them wearily.
"Damn you." She cursed the steps. Taking a deep breath, Juliet hobbled her way up the stairs. By the time she was halfway up the stairs, her breathing was erratic from the strain it put on her pain filled ribs and the pain that throbbed it's way up her leg. Licking it's way up, like an invisible fire. Fighting back the tears, Juliet forced herself forward, refusing to stop until she was standing on the top of the stairs. Once there, she fought against the urge that told her to sit the hell down, and kept moving forward. Once she was outside of the warehouse, she couldn't move any further. She couldn't even attempt to force herself forward. With her back against the wall of the warehouse, Juliet slid down and cried. Her body shook as sobs overtook her. The pain was intense, and it caused her vision to blur. She could hear sirens in the distance, though she knew she couldn't go any further, Juliet forced herself back up, limping on her burning, throbbing leg, and started walking toward the sirens. The car came into her vision, and she felt like she could collapse when it came to a body slamming stop in front of her. Buzz jerked his tall frame from behind the wheel, as he ran in what appeared to be slow motion toward Juliet. She couldn't even stand up any longer. She didn't care that Buzz was a man, big and strong with thick shoulders, none of that mattered because her eyes fluttered close and refused to open again, as his strong arms wound around Juliet's thin frame and stopped her from kissing the dirt covered ground underneath her.
